The Translator

He was born screaming like everyone else, and he who is born more than once must die as many deaths. To be alive is to be receptive, so he keeps his antennae-body fluid and alert, ready to jump to the touchable, smellable, tastable world. All sounds move him like music, so he dances carefully, ceaselessly. He collects words from the deep sea that were ready to be abandoned for good.